Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Stupid Wednesday

I am bagged out. And I got enough sleep, for a change. But I'm still bagged out. It must be the Nyquil I took last night. I have a bad habit of not measuring the dosage. Instead of making sure I don't take more than that little cupful, I drink it straight from the bottle like a guy with a canteen crossing the desert. And in part I must blame Mrs. Fab. Last night she urged me to finish the bottle as if I was in a beer chugging contest at a frat house.

What is up her sleeve?

Yesterday, on the advice of some people at work, I drained my blisters. I know, charming, huh? By the end of the day I had quite a collection of bloody paper towels in my trash basket. Hey, just be glad I'm not posting any pictures!

Today is our weekly system-wide Wednesday Morning Meeting at work, where we review the previous week and look ahead for the next several. My report is not good. We are not where we need to be. If I listen very closely, I can hear the gallows being constructed outside the Var Heyl building on the campus...

I think I'm too bagged out to even drop my dry cleaning off today.

Plus I have a dentist appointment today. Yippee. And it's at a horrible time. 3 PM. It will be over by 4 PM. Do I go home? Seems too early to go home. Do I go back to work? Seems like a waste to go back for just a little while. Maybe I'll just sit in the parking lot and masturbate.

Nyquil? Icky. Was it that green death flavored Nyquil or the slightly less obnoxious but still vile red flavor?

If you're gonna masturbate in the parking lot, at the very least, have some porn mags with ya so you don't look like a complete fool. And don't use the Nyquil as a lube - it may have the adverse effect on your goal.

About Me

Name:Mr. Fabulous

Location:Gainesville, Florida, United States

Just a collection of samplings from the cluttered mind of someone who has managed to get into his 40's without really growing up. You won't find anything profound here. In the immortal words of Edie Brickell "Choke me in the shallow water before I get too deep". Indeed. She was so wise. It's a shame she died so young. Edie, we hardly knew ye. What? She's not dead? Well, her career is.